An old cowpoke went riding out one dark and windy day
Upon a ridge he rested as he went along his way
When all at once a mighty herd of red eyed cows he saw
A plowing through the ragged skies, and up a cloudy drawYippie-I-a, yippie-I-o
The ghost herd in the skyTheir brands were still on fire and their hoofs were made of steel
Their horns were black and shiny and their hot breath he couldfeel
A bolt of fear went through him as they thundered through thesky
For he saw the riders commin' hard, and he heard their mournfulcryYippie-I-a, yippie-I-o
Ghost riders in the skyTheir faces gaunt, their eyes were blurred, their shirts allsoaked with sweat
They're riding hard to catch that herd, but they aint caught 'emyet'
'Cause ya gotta ride forever on that range up in the sky,
On horses snorting fire, as they ride on, hear their cry.Yippie-I-a (yippie-I-a), yippie-I-o (yippie-I-o)
Ghost riders in the skyAs the riders loped on by him, he heard one call his name
If you wanna to save your soul from hell or ridin' on ourrange,
Then cowboy change your ways today, or with us you will ride,
Tryin' to catch the devil's herd, across these endless skiesYippie-I-a (yippie-I-a), yippie-I-o (yippie-I-o)
Ghost riders in the sky
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